Three bullets in my chest,
It was made by the love of my life
If i'm to die, only from the very best
The pain is so hard to describe.
And now she sits outside,
Drinking vodka, like there's no tomorrow
We remember our wonderful, dangerous ride
Even though it was mostly a horror.
He called me a tough guy
Well, ain't that so fucking cute?
If you'll meet the creator, tell him hi,
Excuse me for being rude.
Oh, the sweetest taste of war -
I was born to be a spy,
But the age caught up with me, so sore
Oblivious, with no reply.
Now aiming for the last battle,
My love was kidnapped and prisoned
The only command in my head is :"Shot'em!"
Execution with righteous reason.
I kill for the name of saint,
The saint that has lost his sanity
Against the authorities dirty and tainted,
A killer with a sence of humanity.
21.8.2011.
I am the spy
© Copyright: Серж Блэйк, 2011
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... And I prefer to all them spies
my freedom and fresh apple pies!..
With a friendly smile,
Валерий Шувалов 21.08.2011 14:56 • Заявить о нарушении
my freedom and fresh apple pies!..
With a friendly smile,
Валерий Шувалов 21.08.2011 14:56 • Заявить о нарушении
the pies stuffed with salmon and cheese..
the long awaited retirement, bartender, vodka please!!!
Thanks Val!!!
Серж Блэйк 21.08.2011 15:33 Заявить о нарушении
the long awaited retirement, bartender, vodka please!!!
Thanks Val!!!
Серж Блэйк 21.08.2011 15:33 Заявить о нарушении
